A Poem

Thanatophobia

 
So dangerous it looks;
For we, to inflict horror,
Into the fine dimples of our books,
Yet, we speak "how come terror"

Soldered sheath for shaft steel;
Made to secure severe serenity,
Still gulps ones blood on kneel;
Moulding packs of pleads over heredity

Faked mammoths moaning for pride,
Incandescence ruling some kingdoms;
Flourishing whoredom widely a-stride,
Infidels and backbitters listed stardom

As thy cock coo and crow;
The petals of thy integrity wrinkle,
As thy fate of leadership faces a set bow,
Writhing snake stretches thy dimple.

©KELLY JUUZ
(A salient prolific author...)
24/03/2017